"Oh yeah." She smiles down at him at her shoulder and places another couple of cookies. "Chocolate chips, fudge chunks, mini marshmallows, and the dough is..." She checks the package. "Snowflake white chocolate. Which, I'm pretty sure that just means there's white chocolate powder in it or something? Can't bake a snowflake. Trying to sound festive? I tried some samples in the store. They were awesome." Not that it's difficult to impress her with a cookie. It took her a solid two weeks for Laura to teach her how to make perfect pancakes, and she still gets them a little too brown half the time.